Mooiste zinnetje uit een nummer.
 

Wat is joun favoriete stukje/zin uit een liedje.

Bijv:

Blof-Donkerhart

In het midden van de kring
Waar ze je helemaal omringen
En op de toppen van je kunnen
Bedenk je soms opeens:
Je doet het niet voor hun
Je doet het niet voor mij
En zelfs niet voor jezelf
Je bent de zin voorbij

I like bukkake!

Ja dat is weer zo'n lekkere recht voor z'n raap tekst van Blof, heerlijk. Mijn lievelingstekst is van Abel.


Je kent m'n stem niet
Wie ik ben is wat je nu ziet
Wil je dansen met illusies
In gedachten
Ben je verder dan het heden
Wil je terug naar je verleden
Zegt je dat iets

Is het niet prachtig?

Geef mij dan maar 3js.

Gedreven door mijn streven op het strand
schreef het water woorden in het zand
Er jankt een meeuw die hoorde wat ik dacht
m'n hart dat schreeuwt om kracht
In m'n onmacht reikt m'n hand
maar jij verdwijnt in het achterland

ik zal een Palm in je handpalm pasen en daarna kalm de allerlaatste rookwalm blazen

Ik brak je been met een baksteen, je zakte door je lemen dak heen met een natte zeem strak om je zak heen. Ik zette een setje slappe slippers in de kast en ik wapperde met mijn wangen omdat er geen hele banaan in past. Onvergetelijke ervaring. Onvergeeflijke verklaring. Onverbeterlijke bedrading overmeesterde de vergadering. We hebben nu een gaatje in de muur zodat we naar mekaar kunnen gluur. Brengen de clubs in de stemming als een tank op de camping, en ik veranderde de demping voor mijn tijdelijke kennissenkring. Betreed de onderneming met de vermeende overtreding, betreffende vreemdeling waar ik verscheen in de schemering.

And to those I left behind
I wanted you to know
You've always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where I go

Smokin' on da dro
You can't act like you don't know
Smokin' on da dro
You can't act like you don't know
Get down, get down on ya knees like a topnotch ho
Get down on ya knees like a topnotch ho


duh.

The idiot bastard son
The father's a nazi in Congress today
The mother's a hooker somewhere in LA

Red Hot Chili Peppers ~ Green Heaven

Back to the land of the police man
Where he does whatever he says he can
Including hating you because youre a jew
Or beating black ass, thats nothing new
Trigger happy cops, they just like to brawl
They use guns, clubs, gas, but thats not all
They got puke, ridden prisons and sex sick jails
Fuck the poor, if youre rich you pay the bail
So support your police, support your local wars
Thats the way to open economic doors
Why do we do it? cause the presidents a whore
We assume the position to sell the ammunition
What the fuck? its the american tradition
Along with going fishin apple pies in the kitchen
Isnt it bitchin seeing dead men in ditches?

Now I ain't the type for beggin'
I ain't the type to plead
If she don't change those evil ways
I'm gonna make her bleed
She can scream and she can holler
Bang her head all along the wall
If she don't give me what I want
Ain't gonna have no head at all

En wat ik ook altijd erg treffend vond:

Oooh the way you squeeze me sugar,
Red balloons just pop behind my eyes

Zeker als de 'pop' juist gearticuleerd wordt één van die weinige tekstregels die exact het juiste gevoel bij de situatie beschrijven.

I dont feel the suns comin out today
Its staying in, its gonna find another way.
As I sit here in this misery, I dont
Think Ill ever see the sun from here.
And oh as I fade away,
Theyll all look at me and say, and theyll say,
Hey look at him! Ill never live that way.
But thats okay
Theyre just afraid to change.
When you feel your life aint worth living
Youve got to stand up and
Take a look around you then a look way up to the sky.
And when your deepest thoughts are broken,
Keep on dreaming boy, cause when you stop dreamin its time to die.
And as we all play parts of tomorrow,
Some ways will work and other ways well play.
But I know we all cant stay here forever,
So I want to write my words on the face of today.
And then theyll paint it
And oh as I fade away,
Theyll all look at me and theyll say,
Hey look at him and where he is these days.
When life is hard, you have to change.

Blind Melon - Change

Wise words from the departing
Eat your greens, especially broccoli
Remember to say "thank you" for the things you haven't had
By working the soil we cultivate the sky
We embrace vegetable kingdom
The death of your father, the death of your mother
Is something you prepare for


d'oh

All the things we lost will teach us see the pretty things in life
(...)
All the love if we give into, blow the tears from our eyes.

-Krezip

En straks weet ik er vast nog wel eentje:p

Thrice - The Melting Point of Wax

There's no promise of safety with these secondhand wings
But I'm willing to find out what impossible means.
I'll climb through the heavens on feathers and dreams
'Cause the melting point of wax means nothing to me.

heel simpel eigenlijk:

if a doubledecker bus crashes into us. To die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die!
and if a 10 ton truck kills the both of us, To die by your side, well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine!

the smiths, there's a light that never goes out.

Bloodhound Gang : The Roof is on Fire

We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker burn

One day, you'll get sick of saying that everything's allright.
- Paramore

Ik vind de teksten van Paramore heel mooi!

You've got a pussy,
I have a dick,
So what's the problem?
Let's do it quick!

(y)

Que una paloma triste muy de mañana le va a cantar
A la casita sola con sus puertitas de par en par.
Juran que esa paloma no es otra cosa más que su alma,
Que él todavía la espera a que regrese, la desdichada.

Wat ik ook een mooie vind: Aaah shit, another young brother hit. Uit Main Source - Just A Friendly Game of Baseball

''Look at the stars, look how they shine for you and everything you do'' Coldplay - Yellow van het album Parachutes!

Nog een classic: Dead in the middle of Little Italy, little did we know that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddly

Thank god for Pun!

Dat heb je opgezocht ;) of langzaam afgespeeld. Die line is echt nauwelijks te verstaan, wel supervet.

Dat valt wel mee toch? Forté van pun is juist dat hij het snel hard en verstaanbaar brengt.

I've got a bike, you can ride it if you like, it's got a basket a bell and rings and things to make it look good. I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it. (c) Syd Barrett

Ik schreeuw om jouw liefde, maar zwijg als het graf
Ik hunker naar jou en toch wijs ik je af
Mijn 'laat me met rust' is een 'laat me niet langer alleen'
Let niet op mijn woorden, hoor niet wat ik zeg
Blijf het proberen al stuur ik je weg
Zie niet mijn masker maar kijk alsjeblieft door me heen


Marco Borsato - Ik kan het niet alleen

It's like rain, on your wedding day
It's a free ride, when you've already paid
It's the good advice, that you just didn't take
And who would've thought? It figures

So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trust in who we are
And nothing else matters

Metallica - Nothing else matters

If you wanna fight , I'll stand right beside you
The day that you fall I'll be right behind you ...
To pick up the pieces
If you don't believe me , then just look into my eyes , cause the heart never lies

♥♥

McFly- The Heart Never Lies

no-no-no-no-nono, nono nononono , nono-no-no theres no limit

weet niet meer van wie die is eigelijk

We're no strangers to love,
You know the rules and so do I!

when the rich wage war it's the poor who die
het is een zinnentje uit hands held high van linkin park

"I just saw the gayest guy on earth"

Anal Cunt - I Just Saw The Gayest Guy On Earth.

"He says it's not like that and I'm like fuck off and die,
And stick up my two fingers and one more to make three."

"When I am king, you will be first against the wall"

god wat denk ik dit vaak als ik naar politici / big business figuren of andere opiniemakers kijk op tv.

(beetje lastig natuurlijk, of het moet gewoon een verdomd lange muur zijn..)

And endless red tape to keep the truth confined

Uprising - Muse *O*

"Do whatever comes naturally to you."

Praetorians reborn, relentless spiral of death.
Armored spearhead, time of trial, circle of fire.
Rostow, Charkow, Kursk, Tarnapol.
Encirclement and outbreak, bloodsoaked soil.

Life's short and hard like a body-building elf.

Meerdere zinnetjes uit een nummer maar omdat het één spit is vind ik het toch mogen:

You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin
for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong
Extravangza, time sits still
No propoganda, be wary of the skill
As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
CD massacre, murder to cassette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet
One man ran, tryin to get away from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
into your chamber like Freddy enter dream
Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
Nowhere to go except next show bro
Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O
in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin
All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin
Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard
Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd
My repotoire, is U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV
Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet
under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers
and blunt power, born physically power speakin
The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin

The truth is you could slit my throat
And with my one last gasping breath
I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt

just because you feel good doesn't make it right

Serieus had ik hier nog niet gereageerd, maar Bob Dylan's 115th Dream heeft een prachtige tekst. Bijvoorbeeld:


The man says, "Get out of here
I'll tear you limb from limb"
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"
He said, "You're not Him"


"Well, the last I heard of Arab
He was stuck on a whale
That was married to the deputy
Sheriff of the jail"


And I got a coin to flip
It came up tails
It rhymed with sails
So I made it back to the ship

I take back all the shit i gave you!
I take back all my fucking money to!

Don't waste your time or time will waste you

Ik was er gisteren en het was GAAAAAAAAAAAF :D:D

Ik wilde er heen :(

"I never looked at you that way, 'cause I always thought you were gay"
Secret - The Veronicas